I, Me, Myself

... Came in as the summers' breeze, first a whiff,then a caress; and soon all was at ease. Such was the magic, such was the charm, the cold countenance melted, leaving the insides soft and warm. The spring flowers bloomed and the bees held sway, the hues grew brighter each passing day. The fairy lights i noticed like never before, for you were with me for ever more. But as autumn heralds a bitter chill, dark clouds marooneed over yonder hill. Quiet grew the songbirds, the lesson in absence learnt; your silence speaks louder than your words.

One bright and sunny morning, I wake up to the not so startling realization that the world around me is filled with fools! Old fools and young fools, flowery fools and mute fools, tall fools and fat fools, pretentious fools, and a whole lot of plain ol' fools! There's just an epidemic of foolishness it appears, and if you don't walk around with all of your bodily orifices firmly plugged, you might as well catch it! So once this happy realization has sunk in, and your mind is in the midst of a thunderstorm even as the sun outside bakes all and sundry, you try hard.... to 'reason'! The what ifs, and yets, the maybes and the may nots..... your effervescent brain dons the garb of the 'Devil's Advocate'! And so it was with me! But argue as I may in the court of my mind, I have not much to say, for the defendant is the devil itself, a fool! A waste of time, of space and of my grey matter! Were they made to entertain us or to annoy us, I know not, yet t

The following morning, the lady woke up. The lawyer had left, for his morning walk.  After a strong dose of caffeine and popping yet another aspirin, she turned her attention to his closet. The previous night’s coat having been identified, was given a quick yet thorough search. This going down in vain, she turned to the drawers, then  the night stand, the book shelf… her initial caution being abandoned, things were now flung helter skelter, the room in a mess. The crucial piece of evidence remained elusive. I’m being silly and paranoid! Half relieved, half tired she sat down by the study.  The neat velvet packaging was unmistakable. The blue box, the golden embossed logo, unmistakable… Half an hour later, she was still sitting at the table, twirling it with her fingers. Hell was beginning to take a human form. Presently the doorbell rang, only to be replaced by the clattering of metal on tiled floor. The stones rolled out, and the intricately set pattern in pieces, w

 The middle aged woman was deep in conversation with the Colonel’s son, a smart young lieutenant himself. The lady walked around the pillar to get a better look at this stranger, but her effort was to be in vain, for some of her friends barged in between and struck up conversation. A couple of drinks, a dance or two, and few random conversations later, the lady had quite settled into the flow of the festivities. Despite the strain of the past fortnight, she surprised herself with the amount of enthusiasm she could muster. And so, the gaiety continued… and it would have, had she not noticed the hems of the silver gown, yet again. This time, the lieutenant had disappeared, but the woman was in conversation with another man, his back to the dance floor. Her face was pale, but the dark brown of her hair and eyes, coupled with the sharp nose, and high cheek bones made it an attractive package. Then there was that hour glass frame, the generous bosom. The long slender fingers brushe

It was at one such lazy afternoon when quite a few ladies had gathered at her home for tea that the lady of the house first heard about Ms. X. A wealthy spinster, she came each winter to the valley, laid her manicured claws on an able male, usually labeled quite a ‘catch’, and after a blink-and-you-miss it romance in the valley, made away with him, into the dark under belly of the city below. Nothing more would ever be heard of her rich and handsome-prey, yet she’d return the following year, intact, her pristine smile et al. This had happened very many times over the past decade or so. But no one spoke about it in front of her, for: a.)   The valley people were well meaning, dignified, and didn’t per say probe into anything that wasn’t their business. and b.)   Well, Ms. X seemed to be quite high up in the echelons of power, or so it would seem. And so this trend had settled into being the rumour mongerers’ staple. “Age is surely catching up! The lines are showing on her

My entry for DH short story contest 2012 KISS AND TELL Chapter 1 “Nearly done, there you go!”, he commented, putting down the saw and admiring his handiwork. His tall frame was drenched in perspiration, but his eyes sparkled with the satisfaction of having completed his task. Though a shade over sixty five, the former lawyer, thought his wife, looked… well resplendent. Despite the generous sprinkling of silver hair, the lines of wisdom which creased his temples, he still radiated the same powerful ‘something’ which drew her to him all those many years ago! A shy smile homed in on her face, as the memories of the glorious past streamed in. The first time she set her eyes on him, as a gawky eighteen year old in the bus, she thought him attractive, but it was only when they spoke, a long time later, that he truly won her heart. The courtship, the romance, she was well and truly swept off her feet. He was witty, intelligent, handsome, yet there was a mysterious something ab